Disclaimer: We (Arashi-bebi and Arin-babo) do not own any characters, etc of J.K. Rowlings nor would we want to just because if we owned them, we'd be assualted by bricks smeared with lipstick from obsessed girls. As a little note, the songs are parodies from popular boybands, mainly N Sync. We like them too, to a certain extent, but we just thought it'd be funny to make little parodies of it. Please do not attack us, all you little teenyboppers and fans. Thank you.
When Magic and Music Collide by Arashi T. and Arin T.
Chapter 1: LUMOS
The dynamic duo were seated rather comfortably in the Gryffindor common room, when Harry noticed a paper slapped tight onto the back of Ron's sweater. Peering at the paper, he chuckled, shook his head and looked up at Ron with a twinkle in his emerald eyes.
"What? What is it now?" asked Ron vehemently, turning a slight shade of red from pent up curiousity. He stood up somewhat reluctantly from his spot, and looked over to Harry seeing as how Harry was much too busy laughing at the notice that had been stuck on Ron's back.
Bloody crimities, not another party!?!" whined Ron,"Who keeps on using me as a message board? For crying out loud, I'm a sixth year now! You think I'd get a little more respect around here!" He crumpled the banner into a ball, then paused, and un-crumpled it.
"What's it say for live entertainment?" questioned Harry, now suggesting a hint of slight interest. "You don't suppose people are going to be there do you? I might be able to find a decent girl to take to the Yule Ball." Both Ron and Harry then stood up, walking slowly towards the fireplace to get a better glimpse of the banner.
"Well..." Ron began reading the advertisement out loud,"the Weird Sisters, live in concert. Got nothing to do? Feel like meeting a few nice lookin' wizards or witches? The event of the week! Come on down! Free food and music to get you a bonging for the start of a new year." Glancing up from the paper and to Harry, a grin spread across Ron's lips and to this, Harry arched a fine brow and nodded.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, Harry?"
"Go down to the party, get some drinks, meet some girls, dance a little...?"
"Dance?! To the Weird Sisters? Are you absolutely out of your mind, Harry?"
"Well we could just scratch out that last part."
"Sounds like we've finally got somethin' to do on a Saturday night." Harry and Ron switched high fives and pulled out their wands in a pre-success pose.
"Ten galleons says you're gonna' hound Lavender."
"Oh yeah? Well I haven't got that much money, so I'll just go for Parvati." They both laughed and simultaneously ran up the stairs to the girls' rooms to tell Hermione.
"HEEERMIIIIOOONEEEEEE!!!" Ron pushed open the door and then stood still.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEE, RON, HARRY, YOU PERVERTS!!" And with that statement of petrified disgust, Hermione quickly slipped on a muggle stretchy shirt and sent them both tumbling backwards down the stairs with a flick of her wand.
"Ugh, I can't believe those two..." muttered Hermione under her breath, "You'd think they'd mature over the years just a little and realize it's improper to barge into a lady's room. I knew I should've listened to Dumbledore when he suggested that a Head Girl stay in the Prefects' rooms."
Quickly side glancing to the mirror, she smiled and ran a muggle comb through her new and improved long, smooth hair thanks to a little invention called a straightener and a company called Revlon. Who would've thought that a bushy haired, wild, smart aleck like myself would have turned into the next Cindy Crawford, thought Hermione to herself, as she tilted her head just a little to get a better angle of her face in the mirror, then went down to meet the boys for breakfast.
"Bloody hell Hermione, you didn't have to go and use that wand of yours in such an aggressive way," said Ron, noticeably watching every step she took as she walked down the stairs.
"Come on lets just go and eat, I'm starved." And with that, they walked to the dining room and sat down to eat.
"Draco darling, are you going to the Weird Sisters' party?" giggled Pansy. Turning his head to the side and thoughtfully chewing some biscuits, Draco thought to himself, Not if you're going. He rolled his eyes and then turned back to face the overly-bubbly, ditzy girl.
"Pansy...I was thinking of going." With nothing else left to say, he continued staring at his food, before glancing up to see Hermione, Harry and Ron over at the Gryffindor table happily eating away. A twinge of jealousy hit a nerve in Draco and he swallowed.
"Really, Draco? You thought about it? Awww, but I wanted us to go together!" continued Pansy, not realizing that Draco was paying absolutely no attention to her at all. "We could even dress alike and-"
"Pansy. Kindly. Shut. Up." He stood up and started making his way over to Harry's table.
"So....Potter...are the likes of you and your little followers planning on going to that party...?" drawled Draco in a deep, monotone voice.
"And why would you want to know?!" cried Ron as he turned around to face Draco, towering above him.
"Heh. It's been over six years and you still can't get over the fact that I'm better than you, can you Ron?" sneered Draco. Quickly shaking off the hostile composure, he continued, "The only reason I want to know is because where ever you twerps go, so does Hermione." Draco peered over to Hermione who immediately blushed a slight shade of pink and stared down at her food. Retaining his haugty mien, he raised a nicely waxed brow, his head tilting back making the platinum blonde spiky hair gleam under the lights of the dining chandelier.
"Well, do you intend to stare at me all day or are you going to answer?"
"We're going," said Harry matter-of-factly. "You intend on coming now?"
"Heh. Of course." Draco then turned around, and deftly walked back to his table, his robe flowing behind him with each quick step.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ at the party ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"OoOoO Bebi, your wand just sets my soul...on fiiiiiiiiiree...." crooned the Weird Sisters into their wands. The music filled the air, dragging onwards with high notes and peppy background music. Spiraling lights were hung from the surrounding trees, and the lake gleamed under the light of the pale white moon.
"Good gosh, Harry, you think they'd turn the music up a notch and actually play some music we could dance to. How're we suppose to score if we haven't got any boutay shaking music to dance to?!" cried Ron in frustration, as he glanced around occasionally winking to an unsuspecting girl and making kissing noises.
"I don't know, but did you see Hermione? She said she'd be here..." said Harry in reply, looking avidly for any trace of Hermione.
"Look! There she is with Draco, Oliver and Longbottom! I think Oliver's working as a Quidditch Manager for the school now. 'c mon lets hurry on to them."
The two rushed down to the little crowd, to be greeted by Draco's persistent complaining.
"I can't believe this crummy music! 'Your wand sets my soul on fire'?! I could make better lyrics than that!"
"Well then why don't you go up there and lets see you do a better job?" said Harry, mockingly, not really expecting what Draco would say next.
"All right Potter. But you're coming with me. And you too Weasley."
"No, no, we need more than that...." muttered Ron. Then...all three boys turned to Oliver and Longbottom.
"Oooohh, nooo, no no no no no!" screeched Longbottom as Draco, Ron, Harry and Oliver dragged him with them to the stage, Hermione following bind, laughing softly with bemusement.
Coming to a halt at the stage, Draco yelled to his new group, "You stay here and let me deal with them!" He then stepped onto the stage, and strolled all the way to the Weird Sisters, who had stopped singing. Everyone was watching him. Draco took the microphone and announced,"DUE TO A SORE THROAT, THE WEIRD SISTERS ARE NOW TURNING OVER THE MUSIC BUSINESS TO US." He sharply turned his head to Harry, Oliver, Ron, Longbottom, and Hermione, covering the mic with his hand.
"Pssstt...who's us?? We haven't got a group name yet!"
"Lumos!" screamed Hermione suprisingly.
Draco smiled, clicked his tongue and winked at Hermione before returning to his attention to the audience. "I AM PROUD TO PRESENT THE DEBUT OF THE NEW WIZARD BOYBAND....LUUUUMOOOOOS."
He quickly whipped out his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the lights, causing all the lights to temporarily turn off as the pitch black of the dark night sheathed everyone. Scrambling onto stage, Ron, Harry, Oliver, Draco and Longbottom quickly changed their wardrobe into sleek, sexy pale blue pants, matching sneakers, and a white cotton shirt which lightly clung to the rigid forms of their upper bodies. Hermione turned the lights back on and then a fast paced, get you hopping, pop music slowly filled the grounds of the party turning louder and louder before the first words of an impromptu song were sung.
Draco lifted the wand, acting as a mic, to his lips and said in the sexiest, husky voice any of the audience had heard, "Hey heey..."
"Fly, fly, fly (fly fly)" (everyone else)
The mix of pop and techno music blasted louder as the the group began to bust out synchronized hip hop moves which stretched out their cotton shirts and made it cling more so to their bodies, showcasing the lean, muscular forms. Loud screams were heard from the audience as Oliver and Draco smoothly danced; Longbottom tried to dance with ease but was rather stiff, and Harry and Ron weren't as much eye candy as Oliver and Draco.
Hermione watched intensely, her eyes following every move but a nudge at her ribs distracted her.
"Ginny?! And...Pansy..." Hermione uttered the last name with a hint of disgust.
"Oh my god! Harry is soooo fine!" squealed Ginny.
"Oh noooo way. Look at my blonde babe Draco!" shouted Pansy as Draco turned his head to look at her, then at Hermione, before winking and returning his attention the crowd. They all shushed as Draco lifted his wand back to his lips.
"I'm takin' off in flight. I'm probably gonna' hit a kite, even though I'm scared of heights, hey baby come ooon." Draco beckoned the crowd to come closer with his free hand, and they all took two steps closer, some attempted to grab his legs from the front of the stage.
"You've -bludged- me endlessly, when we could not agree, so now it's time to fly on my magic brooooom," sang Draco, crooning the last word to the audience and waving his hand, before taking a step back to fall in line with the other boys.
(Harry) "I'm flying at the speed of light, it ain't no lie, I wanna fly pass that kite, baby, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly!" Then they all stealthily executed slick, street-style vertical and horizontal foot slides on stage as if the stage had suddenly been coated in oil.
"AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!" screamed an over-heated fourth year before passing out from sexiness overload. Madame Pomfrey executed a wingardium leviosa, and safely brought the girl to a deserted corner where a pile of fainted teen girls had begun to accumulate.
(everyone) "Don't wanna be bludged by you, Just another game of quidditch for me and you, You may aim at me, but I pass you by, baby, fly, fly, fly! Fly Fly!" Then the volume mysteriously lowers and a deafening zhoom is heard followed by Draco's soft voice filled with a sincere hint of pain.
"I dun wanna fly too fast, in our game for two, but I'm zooming up to the sky..." Draco closed his smoldering grey eyes and lowered his head, then the music blasted back to a high volume and the whole group pitched in singing...
"Fly, fly, fly" (everyone)
(background, Draco) "I dun wanna fly too fast"
"Fly, fly, fly" (everyone)
(background of background, Harry) "too fast..."
(background Draco) "but I'm zooming up to the sky."
Harry's voice suddenly overpowered the rest of the groups as he sang, "FLY, FLYYYYYYYYY, BABYYYY." Then the music came to a halt, and all the boys hustled to the middle and posed. Harry, with his slightly tossled, shimmering black hair and gleaming, emerald eyes, stood back to back with arms crossed to Draco, whose sexy smile, muscular form, spiked hair and bad boy self had the girls swooning. Oliver kneeled on one knee in front of the two, a slick smile on his lips and one arm draped on his knee. Ron was so excited, his face was lit with a proud smile and his freckles shone against the light peach skin. Neville was standing awkwardly on the side next to Ron trying to conjure up a sexy smile himself but failing.
~~~~ afterwards ~~~~"WE WERE SO BLOODY GOOD!!" yelled Ron in the hallway after being congratulated for the fifth time the following day.
"I think you all were great! And that music had me moving!" added in Hermione, with a bright smile on her lips as she adjusted her arms to carry her stack of books comfortably.
"I could really get into this whole boyband thing," said Harry, already beginning to picture his life as a singer, but was abruptly awaken by a slap on the back.
"Wake up, Potter, Weasley." barked Draco, as he scooted himself considerably close to Hermione and took her books from her, ignoring her objection.
"What is it Malfoy? We were busy here," said Ron in exasperation.
"We were good. So do you want to keep this whole boy band thing up? I already spoke to Oliver and Longbottom, they're amped about it. I swear I think Longbottom was about to get himself wet," reported Draco smugly, as Hermione playfully slapped his arm.
"Oh, aim a little bit lower, there, Hermione," growled Draco, turning his head to face her and wink.
"Stuff it, Malfoy." snapped Ron.
"Heh." sneered Draco.
"Well anyway, Ron and I are up for it," quipped in Harry.
"Allright! Then it's a done deal! We are now the soon to be famous boyband, Lumos!"
